AN: Hey guys! So…I know it's been forever. No excuse really. Just lazy me being lazy…well and a major, MAJOR writer's block. But I think I'm getting out of my little rut and the second chapters to all my stories are almost complete. I'll probably post chapter 2 to Seven Deadly Sins and The Sort of Autobiography of Raven Roth soon. Within the span of a month hopefully. Also the rewrite of Do You Believe in Fairytales? is coming along. I'm sorry I haven't been writing. I will try to be better than that. Anyway, after this long author's note, I will let you get on with the story. It's just the basic ABC's of Raven and Robin. I'll be doing five letters at a time, except for the last chapter which will have six.

[A]crobat

Robin has not been near, and definitely not on, a trapeze since the day of his parent's death. However, each time he is around Raven, he gets that pleasant rush of feelings he used to have when he jumped off the platform onto the trapeze. Excitement, joy, happiness, and that tingle of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

[B]eautiful

Raven always looked beautiful. It didn't matter if she was in her baggy sweats and sweatshirt, in her uniform covered in blood and debris, in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, in his clothes, or in an expensive dress, she was always beautiful. However, right now as Robin looked at her lying down in the hospital bed, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, holding their newborn son, and glowing with the love and happiness of a new mother, he decided she was definitely the most beautiful woman that had ever existed.

[C]ulture

Sometimes it was hard for Robin to remember that Raven wasn't from Earth. After all, if you didn't know any better, you would automatically assume she was. But as Robin sat across from her, a wrapped gift in hand, Raven merely stared at the package, a delicate eyebrow raised. "What is this?" she asked, curiously. Robin let out a chuckle.

"What does it look like? It's a present." Raven's eyebrow went slightly higher.

"Why?" she questioned again. "It's not my birthday or Christmas."

"No, it's not your birthday or Christmas. But it's our one year anniversary," Robin answered, a small smile still in place.

"So that requires a gift?" Raven just kept the questions coming. Robin thought a little before answering, internally worried that she thought this was totally pointless.

"Well, it's a way to celebrate us…being together," he explained. Raven looked up at her boyfriend of a year, amethyst eyes meeting ice blue. She granted him a real smile before speaking softly.

"But I already do…everyday." Robin smiled brightly. He pulled her close to him from around her petite waist and she returned the hug, gently placing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest.

"Happy anniversary, Raven," he whispered.

Raven may not know everything about Earth's culture, but she knew how to make him happy.

[D]reamers

Every day he would see her and long to touch her, hold her, protect her, kiss her, and love her. Every day she would see him and long to be with him, to heal all his wounds (physical and mental), to be in his arms, and to show him how much she really did love him. Every day they would both fight these yearnings for one another. Every day he would remind himself that he was a hero and he had a job. Every day she would remind herself that she was a demon and demons were not meant to love or be loved. Yet inside they always had that aspiration that they could one day be together.

[E]piphany

Raven was not a naïve or blind person. In fact, she was one of the most observant members on the team. Today, however, as she sat on the roof of Titan's Tower, something washed over her, nearly drowning her in realization. How could she have not noticed it earlier? All the time spent working on cases together? The talks on the roof? The utterly physical closeness? The comfortable and safe feeling? The electricity in the room? She liked Robin…damn it.